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Yabloko

Did I bite into the apple,

or did the apple bite me?

I wanted:

connection, experience, life.

I got:

convoluted.

The apple is obsessive,

in turn it stimulates and drains,

it projects and reflects

a strange mirror image of myself,

still, I am compelled,

I might be in love,

my mind is swimming,

wonderful, confusing thoughts …

it’s hard to form coherent phrases.

Regardless,

the apple teaches,

at the end of the day,

we’re all complicated.

 

(To be continued…)

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Żyd wieczny tułacz

Past irrelevant:

we gave hearts, minds, love, blood, tears.

Mother of all lies.

(To be continued…)

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

8.27

Seeking some meaning,

I read until my arm hurts…

drifting into peace.

(To be continued…)

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Ivan Shadr, v1

Women, men,

deep and shallow,

we all want to be liked,

appreciated,

ultimately desired.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Berlin, FKK-Anhängerin am Langen See

Life beautiful

before

The Fall.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Night Sky, Stars

Late, so late, yes,

but I enjoy the peace, the freedom,

being alone, in dark surrounds.

Tomorrow can wait.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Aus 1

And me,

with only one Ruble

and one Dollar

to my name.

Indeed, the Dollar is Australian,

whatever that means.

Nonetheless,

I have peace.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

3.06 Polar Bear 1

 

How meaningless so much of it is, was and will be.

You know it’s futile.

Yet, still you wish you’d had the courage, energy and stupidity to do things differently.

Who knows?

Manipulated, violated and compromised, you die

daily.

Bruised and beaten,

tonight you dream,

ethereal,

lost Eden.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat